In the beginning, there was beer. It was fizzy and we drank it and it was fine. You had it with your family, you had it with your friends, sometimes for dinner, sometimes upside-down, hoisted above a keg, suckling from the spigot like a binkie. Maybe it tasted like old cream soda or a possum’s breath. Then someone had an idea: what if we made beer good? The idea took off like gangbusters. Now, there are roughly a billion craft breweries, and the world will never be the same. 

There’s no easy way to say goodbye. Whether in a relationship, a job or a band, most people can’t find that perfect time to call it quits. 

Each fall, just as the temperatures begin to drop here in West Michigan, one Eastown tradition has come to embrace the changing of the seasons in a truly special way. 

When a new band quickly rises to the heights that Young The Giant did on its debut LP eight years ago, it takes some time to process.